[ A quiet sound of understanding is all he gives at first. It's after a moment of considering, he reaches up and threads his fingers through Wren's hair. ]
My mother used to tell me stories about islands, how there used to be many out there, thousands of years ago, hidden from the eyes of mortals. Safe havens for the mers, unicorns, dragons, and more... She had a book with maps pressed inside. If I could find that, perhaps it could be a good starting point.
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My mother used to tell me stories about islands, how there used to be many out there, thousands of years ago, hidden from the eyes of mortals. Safe havens for the mers, unicorns, dragons, and more... She had a book with maps pressed inside. If I could find that, perhaps it could be a good starting point.